My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Tabula rasa mantra counting beads don't breathe exhale onlystreet scenes and water fountains the park feels familiar but it's all in the unknown and discovery he reaches for my hand as we walk intimacy between palms and fingers odd sensation but somewhat...welcomed © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
Throwing stones broken glass splinters Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight Just before landing captured prisms Pressed between pages Leather embossed binding Sit on a shelf A distant corner Antiquated book store - Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data Madame Rue placed a hidden message Page 444 thirty something years ago - man of your dreams …
Trip wire side step one foot on land the other wading in a tide rising and when you pass between my sense of reality and fantasy it's an old time black and white romantic comedy in slow motionme classic widow in black garb you handsome con-man hat in handintentional filter to soften imperfections but a …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I walk in the tall grass that grows on the ocean's edge To feel Feel more connectedEach step brings me closer to the source of my hearts own beat As the grass glides between my fingers it's as if the heavens above are opening up to let me in with all my imperfections all my …
Half way between here, there and everywhereSparks of interest; dousing the flame...and the Circle Line has the 2nd best viewOf a city of sleepwalkers, daydreamers - Svengali’s and the likeBut I was mistaken when I thought I sawThe span of the greatest bridge in the worldIn your eyes - even though I never noticedIf you …
The Dead Poet rating "A" makes my heart sing And a photo is like capturing a moment in time Fireflies in a jar, blowing dandelions into the wind with a wish Hanging on like a trapeze artist - grace and daring A sliver of time, a glance, a kiss - your hand holding mineWe walk …
Time changes yet daylight's dance Always begins in the east regardlessAnd love doesn't always progress The way one daydreams Rosary beads held tenderly in hands That question the power of prayerMeditating on the mantra That hope...actually does floatWe watch the world imploding in real timePandemic living is the new norm Cowardice has a grand life …
Je vous aime shouted across the bow wind blowing more knots than I've ever sailed and lands just left of the center of my chest and I knew in that moment there was more to feeling love... Words are my anchor © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
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